The morning rays of light burn away the mist that covers this wooded valley, leaving a soft layer of dew giving a sharp glint to all the edges of life. The blazing white of the sun soon brings the cool night air to a brisk heat uncommon for early Waking*. You begin to move about, it is later than normal for the troupe to be moving, as you often started before those rays split the darkness, but perhaps Uiim let you all sleep in one last time.
It is time to leave.
*Spring is often referred to as the Waking.